The Lunette
The Lunette
Above the transom of the door
leading to the courtyard
a half-moon of yellow glass,
pitted and bubbled,
shows you fragments of garden.
From mullion to mullion
now bourgainvillea,
now ivy, now jasmine
sway and snake
against old limestone:
cool green emblazoned
with sudden mustard,
viridescence dipped in citrine.
A hot, yellow half-moon
trapped in the inner gloom
of Mdina.
Margaret Clerici
from "Glass:Glimpses of Malta"
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